Saturday, August 30, 2008

After spending an afternoon at the “Democrat Shack” I went to supper at a Chinese Buffet just down the street in Rosenberg with Susan and her Bubba.

Almost the whole time the dinner conversation was what a terrific blunder John McCain made when he picked Alaska Governor Sarah Palin as his running mate. We ticked through all the scenarios. We searched for rationales. We spun off one-liners.

We wondered about God’s Plan.

We wondered why He would send a mighty wind into Louisiana again on the day Governor Palin addresses the Republican National Convention.

Then “the damage” came on its little tray with three individually wrapped fortune cookies perched upon it.

We each dove for one and wrestled them out of their plastico-cellophane wrappers. Susan read hers, then she read Bubba’s.